tessellateA Poem by livicotetessellate is one of my favorite words and has been ever since I heard the song "Tessellate" by Tokyo Police Club. This is a stream of consciousness I wrote a while back. :)
I turn a mirror to my life
There are so many carefully self-inflicted cracks can it ever tessellate? The life I live in my imagination- true to myself, true to my dreams, clean of the influence of the opinions of people I know- and the life I physically manifest- a puppet, a carefully crafted, friendly, self-deprecating puppet that I hold up to people's needs (while my arms grow weaker and weaker and the person behind the puppet who wouldn't, alone, meet any needs at all fades)- are growing further and further apart. The more life force I invest in the puppet the more life force leaves me. That's the opposite reaction, what about the equal? The more life force I invest in the puppet, the more life force I hoard in my daydreams of the future in my goals and aspirations, and the blacker my blackest lump of fear becomes of never leaving the charade, of never burning the puppet, of dying and of all my daydreams, my lovingly hoarded life force disintegrating into wisps of unfeelable regret. © 2013 livicoteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 25, 2013 Last Updated on February 25, 2013 Tags: puppet, future, fear, social, antisocial, introvert, introverted, lonely, tired AuthorlivicoteFayetteville, GAAboutI am seventeen years old as of the time I am writing this About Me. I am very interested in the Myers-Briggs Personality Type Indicator (I'm INTP,) philosophy (especially absurdism atm,) and select po.. more..Writing
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